high thoughts

ogygia

just beyond the horizon, a little further from where one can last see, in the place that allows the sun to hide peacefully, there calypso is cruelly imprisoned in the island of ogygia. oh-gee-gee-ah
i myself visited the island a while ago; the wind was against my sails, the waves pushed me away, and the wood of my boat threatened to crack beneath the strength of the tides and leave me stranded in the middle of the ocean, yet i mastered the air currents, fought the sea, and reinforced each and every wooden board that seemed to have lost its endurance, and made it to Calypso.
the first thing i noticed about her, is that she never wore any kind of footwear, despite the scorching sand that burnt my soles several times. she walked mindlessly, without even so much as tip-toeing to avoid any real harm to come to her feet. i never got to ask her if this immunity to blazing sand was the result of her divine, or should i say titanic, ascendance, or just an ability thousands of years of practice had granted her.
sometimes, when the nights got really lonely, the old gods and goddesses would wake from their deep sleep and come to Calypso's island, and together they would remember better times. nyx told her how contradictorily comforting and warm the universe was when it was only her and erebus reigning the vast darkness.